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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toasters to the punk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.