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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Terry Callier to the grunge 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.