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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Yaz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.