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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the grunge 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Model 500,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.