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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Main Source,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Crime,
The Standells,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.