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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
John Holt,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.