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 Oman 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 oboe 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 Aloha Tigers 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.