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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Modern Lovers to the grunge 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.