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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.