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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
Shoche,
The Busters,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.