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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Knickerbockers to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco 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?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.