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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 X-Ray Spex 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
X-102,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.