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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the jazz 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
ABC,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.