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 Laos and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Nico,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.