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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 chamberlin 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 Inner City to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Pole,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.