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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.