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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.