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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Skaos,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.