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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Wire,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.