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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.