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 Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
New Order,
the Human League,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.