Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.