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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-102 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.