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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions 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?
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.