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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.