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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges 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?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Scion,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.