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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Ituana,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.