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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.