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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Graham Central Station to the funk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.