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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible 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?
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Brick,
Wings,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.