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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Beau Brummels to the rap 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.