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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.