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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.