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 Israel and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Symarip,
UT,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.