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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.