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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.