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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Slave,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.