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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Q65 to the punk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.