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 Maldives and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Ultravox to the dance 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.