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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 linndrum 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 Gladiators to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.