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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.