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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Television,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.