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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.