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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
Japan,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.