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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.