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 Syria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Animal Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.