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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.