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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stooges to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.