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 East Timor 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.