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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marine Girls to the crunk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.