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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Dirtbombs to the disco 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.