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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Grass Roots to the rock 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Wire,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.