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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Oneida,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.