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 Ecuador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.