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 Finland and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.