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 San Marino 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.