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 Seychelles 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 rhodes 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 The Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.