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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.