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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.