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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.