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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Monks to the jazz 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.