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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Subhumans to the disco 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.