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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Names to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
The Standells,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.