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 Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Associates to the disco 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Roxette,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.