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 Austria and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Bobby Byrd to the rock 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.