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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
The Move,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.