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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.