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 Oman 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.