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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Flipper,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.