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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Sparks to the dance 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.