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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.