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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Red Krayola to the grime 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.