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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.