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 Albania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.