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 Indonesia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Sparks,
UT,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.