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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 organ 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 Tom Boy to the grime 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.