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 Mauritania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.