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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Skarface to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.