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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 organ 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 Altered Images to the grunge 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.