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 India and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.