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 Morocco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.