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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.