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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.