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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.