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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Aaron Thompson 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.