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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kas Product to the grunge 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.