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 Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lou Christie to the grime 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson 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 rock 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
MC5,
JFA,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.