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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Cybotron to the techno 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.