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 France 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the techno 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Franke,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.