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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.