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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 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 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 Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.