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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.