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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.