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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Selecter to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.