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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Nirvana to the punk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.