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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Underground Resistance to the rap 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.