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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.