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 Monaco and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Rotary Connection to the techno 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
The Move,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.