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 Australia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.