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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.