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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 The Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.