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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Skaos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.