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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.