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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Leaves to the crunk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.