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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
the Association,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.