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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music 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?
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.