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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.