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 Botswana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.