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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.