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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Eric B and Rakim 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.