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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Nico,
ABC,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.