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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Vainqueur to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.