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 Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.