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 Lesotho and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.