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 Benin 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.