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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Kayak to the jazz 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.