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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.