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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.