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 Nicaragua 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.