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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.