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 China and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Wire 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 crunk 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.