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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.