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 New Zealand 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.