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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Josef K to the grime 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
MDC,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.