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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.