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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Parry Music to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.