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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 New York Dolls to the grunge 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Television,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.