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 Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.