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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.