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 Liberia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.