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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.