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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Alarm Clocks to the crunk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.