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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 808 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 Half Japanese to the jazz 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.