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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Japan,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.