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 Guatemala and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.