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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.