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 Zambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jawbox to the funk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s 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 Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Fear,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
The Residents,
MDC,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.