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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.