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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.