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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.