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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.