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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Pagans,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.