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 Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.