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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.