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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the dance 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.