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 China 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Bush Tetras to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.