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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.