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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Pole,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.