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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Moebius to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.