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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.