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 Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.