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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.