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 Panama and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.