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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Flipper to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.