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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Television,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
CMW,
Slave,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.