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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.