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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.