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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.