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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 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 Gang Starr to the jazz 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.