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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.