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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 The Kinks to the crunk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.