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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.