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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Ossler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.