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 Georgia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.