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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Sonics to the grime 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.