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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 New York Dolls 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.