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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Malaria! to the grunge 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.