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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Marine Girls 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Can,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.