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 Andorra and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.