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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.