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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Outsiders,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.