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 Singapore and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the grunge 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.