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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 MC5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.