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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Kayak to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.