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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.