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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.