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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Maurizio to the jazz 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.