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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.