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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 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?
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.