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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.