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 Korea South and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Deepchord to the crunk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.