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 Sweden 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.