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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Smoke to the punk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.