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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.