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 States and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.