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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Television,
The Evens,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.