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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The United States of America to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.