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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.