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 Lesotho and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Scott Walker to the rock 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Qualms,
CMW,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.