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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.