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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.