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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Television,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.