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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.