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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.