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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.