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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 The Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.