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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
JFA,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Japan,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.