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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the funk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.