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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.