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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 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 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.