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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.