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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Bluetip to the disco 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.