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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jeff Mills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
UT,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.