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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
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.