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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Zero Boys to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.