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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.