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 Haiti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.