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 Algeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
New Order,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.