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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.