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 Montenegro and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Can,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.