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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 ABBA to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Scion,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.