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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.