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 Ecuador and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gun Club to the grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Swans,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.