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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Can,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.