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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
UT,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.