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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Inner City,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.