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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Nico,
Television,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.