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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.