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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Japan,
X-102,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.