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 Antigua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.