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 France and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.