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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
Roxette,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.