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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.