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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.