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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 New York Dolls to the punk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.