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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.