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 Latvia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 The Offenders to the grime 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
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.