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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Associates to the dance 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Flipper,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.