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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.