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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Grey Daturas to the punk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.