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 Colombia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.