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 Marshall Islands 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Association to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.