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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 sitar 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 B.T. Express to the grime 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.