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 Canada and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Television,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.