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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Little Man,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.