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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The United States of America to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.