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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Index,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.