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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.