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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Fela Kuti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.