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 Bhutan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.