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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.