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 the UAE and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Crime,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.