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 Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.