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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.