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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the grime 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Franke,
This Heat,
cv313,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.