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 Brunei and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
The Standells,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.