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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Flipper to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.