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 Spain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.