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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Fear,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.