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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.