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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.