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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.