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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.