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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Mad Mike to the rock 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
MC5,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.