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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Cluster,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.