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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.