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 Chad and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül II 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep 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 electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Oneida,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.