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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Count Five to the electroclash 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.