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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Young Rascals to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
cv313,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.