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 France and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s.
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 Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.