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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.