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 Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.