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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
MDC,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.