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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.