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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.