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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Mars,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Can,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.