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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.