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 Indonesia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.