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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.