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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.