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 Israel 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.