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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.