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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Crime,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.