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 Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ornette Coleman 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
New Order,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.