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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 chamberlin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Index,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.