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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
June of 44,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.