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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.