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 Serbia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Black Pus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.