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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.