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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Juan Atkins to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.