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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
UT,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.