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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bad Manners to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths 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?
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.