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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.