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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Franke 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.