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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '50s 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 The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.