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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Moody Blues 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
MC5,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.