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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.