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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Sixth Finger to the grime 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.