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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Monks,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.