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 Georgia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.