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 Mali and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 dance 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case 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 jazz 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.