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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Hoover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.