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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 clarinet 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 John Foxx to the rap 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.