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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 The Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.