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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.