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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.