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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Easy Going to the grime 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.