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 Maldives and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.