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 China and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.