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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.