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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 clarinet 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 The Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.