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 India and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.