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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.