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 Suriname 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.