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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Qualms,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.