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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.