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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Crime to the jazz 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.