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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.