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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Newcleus to the rock 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.