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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Lakeside to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.