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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 the Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.