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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grunge 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.