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 Lebanon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
10cc,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.