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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.