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 Rwanda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Symarip 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.