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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone to the crunk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.