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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Slave,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.