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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All New Order 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.