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 Angola and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.