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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.