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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Fear,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.