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 East Timor and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.