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 Mongolia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 American Breed to the grime 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.