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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Searchers to the jazz 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.