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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.