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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.