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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.