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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.