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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.