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 Samoa and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Sparks,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Scion,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.