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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.