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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Crime to the electroclash 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.