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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.