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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 linndrum 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 Franke to the jazz 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.