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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Gichy Dan to the rap 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Josef K,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.