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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Remains to the electroclash 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.