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 Panama and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.