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 Armenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Velvet Underground to the techno 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.