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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Eddi Front to the disco 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.