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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow 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?
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.