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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Lungfish to the electroclash 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.