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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Los Fastidios to the funk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.