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 France and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.