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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
The Names,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.