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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 U.S. Maple to the techno 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Skaos,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.