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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Japan,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.