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 India and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.