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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Scion,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.