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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.