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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 CMW to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti 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.