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 Australia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Prince Buster to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
MDC,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.