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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.