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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the disco 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
MDC,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
The Move,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.