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 Burundi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.