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 India and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Scion,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.