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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Nils Olav to the rap 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.