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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.