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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.