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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.