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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Magazine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.