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 Peru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Index,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.