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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Mars,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.