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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.