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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.