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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Pole,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.