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 Germany and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Television Personalities to the dance 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.