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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Durutti Column to the rock 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Slave,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.