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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the punk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.