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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.