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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Crime,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.