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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.