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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.