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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 clarinet 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Index,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.