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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.