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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 theremin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.