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 Congo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.