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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.