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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 The Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.