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 China and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cramps to the dance 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Technova,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.