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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Magma,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.