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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Jacob Miller to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.