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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.