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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 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 Derrick Morgan 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke 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?
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.