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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bill Near to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.