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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minutemen to the rap 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.