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 New Zealand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the rock 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.