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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Y Pants to the disco 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.