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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.