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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.