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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Yazoo to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.