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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.