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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
PIL,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.