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 Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Can to the grime 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.