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 Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.