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 Czech Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.