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 Singapore 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bill Near to the grime 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.