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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.