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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pus to the grunge 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Nico,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.