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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.