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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.