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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.