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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minor Threat to the grunge 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.