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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.