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 Armenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 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 kango's stein massive to the rock 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.