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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
the Normal,
Neu!,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
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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.