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 Norway and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.