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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.