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 India and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Angry Samoans to the funk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.