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 Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.