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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.