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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.