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 Estonia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
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.