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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '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 Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.