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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
MDC,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.