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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Adolescents to the electroclash 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.