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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.