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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.