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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.