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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
the Association,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.