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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Can,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.