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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.