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 Hungary and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Interpol,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.