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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 theremin 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.