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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.