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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Young Rascals to the disco 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.