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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Adolescents to the rock 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.