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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 New Christs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.