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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Whodini to the disco 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.