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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.