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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.