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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.