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 Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.