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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.