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 Serbia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Gories to the grunge 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.