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 Zambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.