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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.