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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.