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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deakin 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.