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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Offenders to the crunk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.