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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 theremin 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.