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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 U.S. Maple to the dance 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.