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 Angola and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 DNA to the crunk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.