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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.