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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.