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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Scion,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.