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 Ghana and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.