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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.