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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Rekid 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.