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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.