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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.