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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.