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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.