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 United States and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Malaria! to the grunge 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Model 500,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.