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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Smog,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.