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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.