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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.