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 Moldova and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 U.S. Maple to the rock 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
UT,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.