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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the jazz 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.