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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 The Dead C to the grunge 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.