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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kinks to the funk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Main Source,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
the Germs,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.