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 Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 harpsichord 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.