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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.