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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 linndrum 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.