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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Technova to the grime 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Pole,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.