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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.