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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Magazine,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.