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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.