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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.