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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Fugs to the dance 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.