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 Serbia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.