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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Monks 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.