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 Albania and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.