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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Evens to the punk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.