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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.