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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Animal Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.