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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
the Association,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.