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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.