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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
JFA,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.