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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.