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 Mauritius and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.