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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.