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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.