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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Rakim,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.