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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.