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 South Africa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.