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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Barry Ungar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Kenny Larkin 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?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Neu!,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.