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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.