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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.