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 Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Skatalites,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.