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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Lyres,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.