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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Black Pus to the punk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Monks,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.