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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.