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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.