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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 The Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.