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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.