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 Andorra and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Smog,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.