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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.