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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.