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 Argentina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.