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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Scientists to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.