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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the rock 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.