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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.