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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Whodini,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.