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 Japan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.