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 Japan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Yaz to the rap 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.