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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Smog to the grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.