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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Pagans,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.