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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Parry Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.