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 Argentina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.