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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.