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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
JFA,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.