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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.